"So this is the user of that Perfect Divine Blood Potion?"
While Lu Yu was locked in brutal combat with those Super Soldiers in the cold storage, in a dim, shadowy room elsewhere, a young man with a head of white hair, dressed in a black cloak, sat on an enormous chair and spoke lightly.
The youth's features were extremely delicate and androgynous, his face strikingly handsome, at a glance almost beautiful. As he sat there, a glass of crimson liquor swayed lazily in his hand, and his eyes were full of amused interest, as if he were watching some peculiar performance.
In front of him sat a huge display screen, and on the screen was the live feed of Lu Yu slaughtering those Super Soldiers!
Clearly, the youth was quietly observing the battle between Lu Yu and the Super Soldiers, that rather effeminate face wearing a playful, mocking smile.
"In answer to you, my lord…"
